Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Finally, I understood that I had kept it going as long as I could, he was bursting to come, so I began to move in a way to encourage him to fuck my mouth. He responded instantly, beautifully. The animal-like growl that rose from deep in his chest made goosebumps scatter across my chest and arms.
Grabbing my head, he spurted hot cream deep into my throat. When he was done, I greedily licked his cock clean.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re something else,” he whispered, as he began to finger fuck me. He added two more fingers and pounded me with them until I flew with the moon and the stars.
We fell asleep then.
18
REX
She was not next to me when I woke up. A little note was on the pillow.
If you wake up before I get back, your basket of choc muffins has arrived. Gone downstairs to get them.
With a smile I got out of bed and headed for the toilet. I was at the sink when the doorbell rang. It must be her, but I’d forgotten to put up the ‘do not disturb’ sign and it could be the cleaning staff, so I slipped on my pants and went to answer the door.
To my surprise, Tiffany stood outside. She was made up and dressed to the nines. Her eyes slid over my bare chest and stomach.
“Good morning,” she greeted brightly.
“Good morning,” I echoed quietly.
“Can I come in?”
“Er… Willow is not in.”
Her eyebrows flew upwards. “Where is she?”
“I think she went to get muffins. Somewhere downstairs, but I’m not sure where.”
“Can I come in and wait for her?”
I opened the wider. “Of course. Have a seat. I’ll go put on a shirt.”
“Don’t bother on my account. Please, sit and talk with me for a minute. I’d like to get to know Willow’s boyfriend.”
Yeah, the way you got to know her last boyfriend. I sat opposite her and looked at her silently. If I gave her enough time, she would bury herself.
“You know, I’m so happy Willow found you. Finally, after all those men she’s been through, you’re the first good man she’s had.” She gave a little self-conscious laugh. “I mean, not counting Steven, of course.”
The way she had emphasized the word ‘all’. What a little monster! She was trying to make out Willow was some kind of nymphomaniac or slut who had slept with hundreds if not thousands of men.
She stared at me, probably wondering if she had fucked with my head yet. I experienced something I never thought I’d feel, I felt a shred of pity for Steven. He had no idea what a psycho he was marrying. I decided to do him a favor. He was not my favorite person, but even he didn’t deserve this bitch.
I leaned forward. “Ah! So that’s why…”
“That’s why what?” she asked curiously.
“That’s why Willow is so damn good in bed. Hell, she gives the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. She gets on her knees and she goes at it like a little fiend for ages. Steven must be missing it.” I put on an expression of empathy. “She has set the standard so high it must be hard for you to keep up, let alone better her.”
For a second, she was too stunned to speak. “Actually,” she said coldly, “Steven said their sex life was pretty boring.”
I nodded. “I suppose he would say that. What else is he going to say? We men do that. Especially, if the new woman is not as good as the previous one.”
She turned purple with rage and fury. “Not every man wants a slut.”
The door opened and Willow walked in holding a basket of muffins. She stopped dead in her tracks.
“What are you doing here?” Willow asked.
“Darling,” I said, “Tiffany came to pay you a visit.”
I watched Tiffany get herself back under control, then smile. “I wanted a tour of the suite.”
“Well, you can’t do it now. We’ve been fucking all night and the bedroom reeks of the smell of sex,” Willow snapped.
To stop myself from breaking out in laughter I stood up and walked up to Willow. Taking a muffin from the basket, I bit into it. “Delicious.”
Tiffany jumped to her feet. “Oh my. Is that the time? I have an appointment at the beauty salon. Bye, Rex. See you at the hen party, Willow.”
“Bye, Tiffany,” I called to her departing back.
Willow said nothing. She turned to me as soon as the door closed. “What did she say to you?”
I shrugged. “Nothing. She got here a few seconds before you came back. These muffins are really good.”
She took a deep, steadying breath and looked at me suspiciously. “She never came on to you?”
“No,” I denied immediately, and her shoulders relaxed a little.
“She’s getting married tomorrow to Steven. It’s not me she wants, Willow.”
She shook her head exasperatedly. “God, you men are all so blind to her machinations. I know exactly what she wants. And what Tiffany wants, Tiffany gets. One way or another.”